I am aware that I am trying to make myself 'dumber', because being too smart and too prone to brooding just makes you depressed (NO, not melancholic - that term is reserved for great writers; not artists - they were just plain NUTS; ref: warhol, van gogh, toulouse lautrec). And that's what I am, and most of the educated denizens of the modern world - depressed. I don't say this to elicit sympathy or make you feel worse about yourself, but more as a statement of fact. Anyone with half a brain and some education SHOULD be depressed in this world. But this is not the point of this blog. Actually, there is no point to this blog. Just as there is no point to my life - or yours. I don't say this to make people feel miserable. It's just a simple fact of life. You and me, we don't matter. Not really. In the greater scheme of things, in the way the Earth grows and changes, in the way that the universe is continually restructuring itself. We are merely tiny specks of DNA that exist for a very limited time on a very small planet at the ass-end of a galaxy. We are born, we depend on sunlight, water, food and air to live. We grow, reproduce and then we die. So do plants.
I find it very entertaining that people worry so much about global warming and the melting of the ice caps (OMG! This coastline and that island will completely disappear! Shock! Horror!) the increase in natural disasters, deforestation, the need to recycle and reduce ones 'carbon footprint'. Yes, I recycle and my carbon footprint is very low, but I don't do this out of some strange, misplaced belief that this will heal the world. A world that 'we' have clearly destroyed.
Who are 'we' as a species to claim that we have had such a grand impact on the Earth? I don't deny that humans have totally fucked up the planet, but I also don't think that humans are so mighty as to have the power to destroy an entire planet. The Earth was around long before we were and it was always an unstable planet. There were ice ages and earthquakes, massive volcanoes, floods, droughts and tsunamis before humans ever crawled out of the primordial slime. We only see these happenings as major disasters because our life span on this planet has been so limited. The Earth has amazing regenerative capabilities. We are the dinosaurs of the future. Our egos just won't allow us to admit it.
And yet our petty everyday lives become the 'be all and end all'. Every psychological tick I have must be solved/medicated, every hurt feeling must be mended or at least 'shored up' (to collapse at a later date). My daily experiences are FAR more important to me than the birth or death of a star. Hell, it's more important than even other humans' births and deaths.
So, what am I trying to say? Good question. I think I'm saying that this blog is all about ME. Whatever the fuck I wanna say is what I will write. It's not a travel blog, dining blog, news-about-my-life-for-family blog, it's just me ranting and raving. Mainly because I'm a lazy fuck that could be focussing all my energy on becoming a photographer or a painter or a writer or whatever else I wanted to be, but I just couldn't be bothered. So hopefully this blog will get me to start writing real shit and start taking real photographs and start painting. That's if I can work up the energy to give a fuck.
